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“Don’t think so, lover boy.” Bennett kicks at my foot and jerks his chin toward the door. “Your girl just walked in.”
I swivel around and the air’s punched from my lungs. Harbor’s standing next to Prince, every inch the smiling and polished PR professional. Blazer. Jeans. Blond hair smoothed over one shoulder.
She’s poised. Confident.
Stunning.
She glows in the pendant lights of the bar, and my heart stutters in my chest. I can’t breathe. I’m acting like a fucking middle school boy with a crush right now. Too scared to talk to the girl.
I swallow over the lump in my throat and straighten my shoulders. “She’s not my girl.”
“Okay. Whatever, Captain.” Bennett’s tone is dry as he lifts his beer to his lips.
Then she glances over at me.
Pink cheeks, her bottom lip slipping between her teeth.
My entire body tenses and I’m immediately back in the locker room, tasting her.
Harbor smiles at Prince, reacting to whatever he’s saying. But there’s a tremble in her jaw, a flicker of nerves behind her calm exterior.
Does she regret what we’ve done?
Or is she afraid of what it means?
Then it hits me like a slap shot to the chest, sucking all the oxygen from my lungs.
This isn’t just attraction or desire.
For the first time in a decade, I’m falling for someone. Someone who’s risking everything—her career, her family’s approval, her father’s legendary reputation—just by being here.
She chose to risk her legacy on this team, on rebuilding us from the ground up.
And now I’ve complicated things by crossing the professional line she tried so hard to maintain.
And that could cost us everything.
CHAPTER 14
HARBOR
Iknew I’d see Weston here. Still, I’m unprepared for the firestorm raging inside me when I spot him. All hard muscle and determination, in a dark blue T-shirt that highlights every beautiful inch of his broad chest.
Red-hot desire sparks in my gut the second he locks his icy gaze on mine. A shiver rolls down my spine, his eyes tracking my every move. I twirl my bracelets on my wrist and try to remain calm, not give myself away in front of my boss.
“Harbor? Is everything lined up then?” Prince strokes his jaw and waits for a response.
“Pardon?”What’s he asking me?I can’t concentrate when I’m in the same room as Weston.
I need to get my shit together.
“For the presser. We’re good to go, right?” Prince’s brow squishes together and I nod, relieved I at least have the correct answer here.
“Yes, sir. We’re good to go. The presser’s scheduled forthe afternoon and then ESPN will interview Weston right afterward.”
“Excellent. Nice work. National press coverage will go a long way in establishing the franchise.”
“My thoughts exactly.” I smile and try to ignore the hammering of my heart.
